i am broke.
BROKE. WHEN IT ISN'T EVEN THE BEGINNING OF THE WEEK.

like how spastic can things get.
apparently, i set an alarm on my handphone yesterday night to 630am, to wake up, have plenty of time to prepare and go expo, reach at a nice time where i can pig out on breakfast.
However, for some strange reason i didn't even hear the alarm!'
I SLEPT THROUGH THE ALARM EVEN THOUGH THE PHONE WAS RIGHT BESIDE MY BED, BLASTING FULL BLAST AND THE ANNOYING VIBRATION.

I didn't wake up!

So in the end i woke up at 7, and hurried here and there.
i even managed to blowdry my hair nicely and all.
then i hurried out.
ONly when i arrived at the mrt station, and when i wanted to go buy the standard ticket, DID i realise i didn't bring my wallet!
D:

i called home and asked my maid to bring it for me, but a certain evil and malicious aunty disallowed her from doing so, saying " its my fault."
and she didn't care about it. sipping her morning "lose-135432543 kilos-in-one-cup" kinda tea.

LIKE, HELLO?
does she not have brains to think properly, that despite how selfish her character might have been, that I had not a single cent with me. What does she want me to do huh?
STAND THERE LIKE AN IDIOT and wait till the return of Jesus?

in the end i was so furious i cabbed home, snatched my wallet, without a mere glance and cabbed back to central again.

so sue me i'm careless.
I bet that for more than 4953794358 times she forgotten to bring her wallet to some particular place, she got my MAID to deliver it to her.
TSK.

pfft.